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#see you next summer!
hairmetal666 · 9 months
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Eddie's supposed to be writing. The guys, they all agreed they'd each come to practice armed with two whole new songs they could pick from to add to their set list at the Hideout. And he's got his pen, and he's got his most recent trusty Composition Book, and all his lyrics are fucking bullshit about golden tanned skin and honeyed eyes and tracing constellations in freckles and moles, pathetic lines about being twisted in bed sheets, and the hopeless love he found himself in.
For the fifth time in an hour, he rips out the offending page, crunches it into a tight ball, and throws it across the room.
He can't write about Steve Harrington for the rest of his life; spend his nights aching for the boy who established himself as a fixture in Eddie's life and then just disappeared.
The worst of it--the very worst--is that Eddie knew better. Steve was never his, not in any real way, no matter how many times they fucked. He's Steve Harrington. Straightest guy in Hawkins. Popular. Rich. Whole fucking life laid out for him on a silver platter. And Eddie fell for him. It's the Munson curse, he supposes; always wanting what you can't have.
It started the way these things usually do, "got any weed?" and "come back to my place, Harrington" and "I got this stupid job at the mall, meet me there?" and lying "hey, guys, can't make band practice, gotta help Uncle Wayne" and "Munson, I really want--can I kiss you?"
In every other fantasy Eddie's ever had, it ends there. Steve gets his kiss and they never see each other again. But Steve Harrington--he's full of surprises. It catches Eddie off guard, makes him want, makes him trust. Because it's not just kisses. It's hands and mouths and "anything you want, Eddie. Let me make you feel good."
Maybe it wouldn't have hit so hard--maybe Eddie could've stopped from falling--if Steve hadn't been so good. Bitchy, sure, but genuine and kind. Had this whole gaggle of junior high kids he babysat, like what the fuck. Would hang out with Wayne and shoot the shit about whatever sports nonsense was on tv. Harrington never was as mean, as spoiled, as superficial as Eddie suspected.
Then Starcourt. That's when it all changes. Steve stops coming around then, in the aftermath. It hurts, but Eddie tells himself it's for the best. Now, he knows it would have been.
Two weeks with no contact, and Steve shows up at his door in the middle of the night. Eddie winces at the healing bruises and cuts on his face, can't imagine how much worse they were to start. He steps aside, lets Steve in, plans to say that he can't be whatever they are anymore.
Steve kisses him. It's a hot, needy thing, wild with teeth and tongue, nothing like before. Eddie is helpless to it, helpless to the way Steve grinds against him, already hard. He should slow it down, check-in that Steve is in the right headspace for this, but Steve is moaning low in his throat and Eddie can't think.
They're in Eddie's bed and Steve says, "fuck me, Eddie?" and Eddie says "are you sure" because he can't stop himself. Steve rolls his eyes (beautifuly bitchy), says, "I need to feel you inside me, baby."
How can Eddie say no?
Eddie's never done this before, but it doesn't matter. It's everything--Steve is everything--he could ask for.
The next morning, he expects Steve to be gone. Thinks they'll never see each other again. But he finds Steve in the kitchen, in his boxers and Eddie's Iron Maiden shirt, making eggs and talking to Wayne like it's the most normal thing in the world.
The next month and a half are the best of Eddie's life. He and Steve spend more time together than they do apart. Nights at Eddie's trailer, in Eddie's bed. Days lounging at the Harrington pool and driving around the nothing that surrounds Hawkins. Sometimes they'll stop in the middle of nowhere, climb on top of the van, and just--be. Steve takes his shirt off, and Eddie traces their names in the sun-soaked freckles, thinking maybe he really gets to have this, have Steve.
It ends as quickly as it started. One morning in September, Steve is cupping Eddie's neck, pulling him in for a goodbye kiss, saying, "sorry, baby, gotta get home for my parents. I'll see you later tonight, yeah?"
Except Eddie doesn't. Eddie doesn't see Steve that night, or the night after, or the night after that. He stops coming around and all Eddie is left with is a broken heart and these piss poor excuses for songs.
He rips out the latest page, waxing lyrical about the wonders of August, and time slipping away, and the boy he'll never forget. Crumples it into a ball and bats it into a pile of junk accumulated in the corner of his room.
Eddie needs a break.
He flies into the living room, snatches up his keys from the floor by the coffee table, and flees his house and all those memories of Steve. It's not like he has anywhere specific to go, so he drives around town, with his windows down and his music up.
His tires screech as he rounds the corner to the video store and arcade. He's not planning on stopping, but honestly, maybe a few rounds of Space Invaders is exactly what he needs.
The van hasn't even come to a stop in the parking spot when his eyes fall on Steve Harrington. He's standing in the middle of the parking lot surrounded by a gang of kids (including some of Eddie's new little sheepies) and Robin Buckley. Steve wears a sunny yellow sweatshirt, tight jeans, and his hair is perfectly coifed, falling in an elegant wave. His hands are on his hips, mouth and brows pinched stern. He's gorgeous, perfect.
It's an assault, an attack, Eddie's entire body shakes as the months they spent together crash over him. He has the van in reverse before he consciously thinks to do so, flooring it out of the space hard enough to burn rubber.
The noise, the speed, it draws the entire group's attention to him.
His eyes meet Steve's.
Time stops and so does he, idling in the middle of the parking lot. For a second, one moment in time, Steve's face falls. His mouth loses that grumpy pinch, his eyebrows drop, his beauty transformed by grief, by fucking longing.
Steve takes a step forward, and Eddie hits the gas, van screaming out of the parking lot. He watches the group shrink in his rearview mirror, sure that he imagined the sorrow in Steve's face, anyway.
They're nothing to each other.
Never were.
By popular request: Part Two
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dailycualter · 9 months
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b4kuch1n · 1 year
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making of a feathered thing
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sracha · 1 year
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fan art I made of summer and raven making out and dying in a glue trap together.
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king-krisu · 5 months
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Me every couple weeks when I think about international attention dying down eventually and Jere losing followers: 😰😰😔😫
Me seeing Jere trend past Taylor Swift on tumblr simply bcs he wore a cunty suit: 🙂🥹😍🫶🏻
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willowcrowned · 1 year
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they should make games free for girls who love them so so much and cannot pay 70 dollars for them (me)
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visenyaism · 10 months
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please king i’m so bored can i get some quick read book recs
i am so bad at book recs it is UNREAL on account of i have only started to read for fun again in the past like. year and a half? before then i didn’t have time because i had to read so much for school. here’s a list of things i’ve read and would recommend since suddenly having free time circa april.
1. read dune with me. it’s not quick or maybe even fun but do it
2. the fifth season by NK Jemisin. it’s a bit longer, but it only took me about four hours so I think you’d be fine. It’s a really good sci-fi dystopian book about a woman trying to find her daughter during the apocalypse, made me cry multiple times.  I love second person so much. 
3. South to America by Imani Perry. This is nonfiction, it’s a travelogue really about What’s Going On in the American South, the diversity of cultures and experiences, and how its complicated and ugly racial history manifests itself in different ways i various regions. I don’t think I’m selling this book well enough it is INCREDIBLY written, it’s the one I made all my family read whenever they asked me what I was researching, i really liked it.
4. everyone is telling me to read this is how you lose the time war because it’s a quick read. it’s next on my list so I haven’t gotten to it but worth checking out i think.
5. rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead. this one is a play set within hamlet about the two least important characters and how they’re trapped in the narrative, and are only vaguely aware of this at any given time. i LOVE this one i am constantly talking about it plays within plays SWEEP
6. hey have you heard of gideon the ninth
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jula483 · 9 months
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Y'ALL. this pic is from yesterday
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purplepixel · 11 days
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You've been so quiet the past few days... everything okay?
<3
Fear not my quietness stems from me finally recovering from travelling and getting lots of work done!
And I've been trying out this new productivity trick by NOT being on my phone first thing in the morning and instead going right into drawing after I eat breakfast.
So unfortunately, that means I only open Tumblr about twice a day now and it's after I finish my tasks for the day. It's... surprisingly effective for my focus
But I have only four data points so, to be continued
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rosehathawhey · 3 months
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dayurno · 1 month
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i usually think it's bullshit when people say 'if you like x character it's because you're like them' but lately in case anyone was wondering i have been listening to videos on marxist history while single-mindedly making a self-sufficient high profit farm on stardew valley without having talked to a single romanceable character. hopefully this says nothing about me nor kevin day
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probablygayattorneys · 4 months
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I told my brother that if I never play Azran Legacy then Emmy never leaves and I can keep her in that moment forever
And he decided to lift the burden on me by just telling me why she left, thereby ripping off that bandaid. Only problem is, he’s never played Azran Legacy (or any Layton game, for that matter) so he doesn’t know either. But he wasn’t going to let that stop him, so he came up with a reason. And then a few more, just in case.
These reasons include:
-Roundhouse kicked a high ranking government official and is avoiding trial
-Layton doesn’t kill people… but he doesn’t always save them either, and then the train crashed.
-Took the fall for Two-Face killing cops so Harvey Dent’s legacy will live on
-She was the only one who could disarm the bomb but to keep her wife and kids safe she let Descole break her neck.
-Flashed her titties to everyone and is now off to find new people to flash
-She wasn’t actually the Professor’s assistant, she was his apprentice, but near the end of the game she really deepens her connection with the Force and starts to believe that she can overpower him and become the new Professor… however, when she tried to pull off this fight, it’s over, Emmy, the Professor has the high ground.
-Got a job at Hooters which has been a longtime dream of hers and the Professor told her she absolutely could not abandon her dreams to stay his assistant
-Bees.
-She learned the greatest secret the American government has been trying to keep from the public for years (Obama's last name) and had to be eliminated by any means possible.
-Emmy sacrificed herself to save the rest of them from the balrog but she comes back in New World Of Steam as Emmy the White.
-Got a ticket for the Eras tour and is still stuck in traffic leaving the stadium
-She was in a motorcycle accident and plowed into the side of an airplane hanger. She was so innocent… and stoned, apparently.
-After they all sang Seize the Day, she wasn’t able to escape from the cops and they hauled her off to the refuge.
-It’s not Emmy. The first Emmy you see, the teenage one he helps is Emmy, but every single one since is Don Paolo.
-She was just a courier, meant to deliver something to New Vegas, but the game was rigged from the start.
-Moved to Seattle with Grosky to start their own law office.
-This one just says "Bones"
-Was killed by 30-50 feral hogs that ran into her yard within 3-5 minutes while Luke was playing.
-Drove a segway off a cliff
-Bruce Willis was DEAD the ENTIRE TIME!
-Left a note that says “Professor’s Assistant Emmeline Altava Chooses Death” and then fucked off to Europe or something for a year
-She ran away to be with Descole. She was attracted to his manly figure. His Waluigi like body. His spindly little legs. The cut of his jib, if you will.
-Rode her Vespa into a crowd of people while screaming “PEPSI MAN!”
-Didn’t learn STREET SMARTS from JJ Bittenbinder and went to a secondary location
-“Tell me about the rabbits, Emmy.”
-She’s a Russian sleeper agent sent to kill the professor and it’s just taken so damn long because a good hitman doesn’t leave collateral damage but she finally got Layton away from Luke long enough to get the job done.
-Was at a bar on international women’s day, did two shots and tried to fight another girl which caused an all out full bar fight and she fell into a coma after a third girl hit her over the head with an almost full bottle of Hood River Gin.
-Professor Sycamore’s airship flew her to places she’d never been… now she’s lying on the cold hard ground (goat noise)
-The time machine wasn’t stable enough to keep her in the present and it sent back in time to the moment the time machine exploded, sealing her fate.
-Moved to France to learn how to be a heart surgeon.
-She finally was approved to manage her own Dairy Queen franchise.
-She is dead and has been for the past ten years. The professor needs to let her go. The accident wasn’t his fault.
-She walked to Memphis to become a dentist. Anything but this.
-Most think... She died.
-....But I think we oughta believe she made it to the other side :)
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other-worldly333 · 7 months
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Does anyone know anything about this?!!
Is it like fan made or real?
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inevitablestars · 13 days
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snippet :)
Once they really get on the road and pick up speed, he tries to zone out. This goes about as well as you would think considering those present in the car. So, very poorly. First, he tries just turning his own music up. It works, oh it works really well. Until Sirius is reaching back diagonally to pitifully smack his leg to tell him to turn it down. 
With an audible sigh, he slides the headphones off, glaring at all of them. “We can hear your music. Can you turn it down or, here’s an idea, listen to what we have playing.” Sirius looks back at him, away from the road. 
“Fine. Just- Nothing awful. I don’t trust them on aux, really it’s… Sirius?” 
“What?”
“Put your fucking seat belt on.” 
“She never wears one, you know that.” James says dismissively. 
“I’m aware, that doesn’t mean I like it. Sirius, just put it on. We’re not just driving around town.” 
“Fine! But you can’t put your headphones back on.” They smile at him through the rear view. 
Luckily Regulus has a lot of practice tuning things out. He barely notices what music is playing, and pays no attention to the conversations happening next to him. Most of this trip will consist of him doing exactly this. Ignoring everyone else and enjoying time to himself. That’s not something he gets much of. He’ll need to find a book store up by the lake, he didn’t have any notice to bring any with him. 
It will hopefully be a tolerable trip. Maybe the other car full of people will be better company than these four. He’s likely met them all at one point or another. After all these are all of Sirius’ closest friends, they planned this. They all know him at least, which could be good. Maybe they’ll know to leave him be. Though he doesn’t have the highest hopes of that. This car ride is just the start of possibly the longest two months of his life. But at least it’s better than another summer with his parents and having to hide.
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thebirdandhersong · 1 year
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hey will be off tumblr for the rest of the week - things are Happening again and my head feels ready to explode.........would really appreciate prayer again. I'm constantly feeling like I'm on the brink of something (I don't KNOW what) terrible and I need to figure things out without before my body really DOES decide to shut down from the stress and the strange depressive dread that has been very difficult to shake this month. I would like to not feel like crying or throwing up at certain points in the day and also would like to not be so exhausted in the heart and mind area so that I can actually deal with these things. Especially since finals are looming ahead
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dirtytransmasc · 6 months
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its so weird thinking about childhood best friends you don't know anymore. like. the girl and her siblings who lived next door for year, who I used to considered my sister, who now looking back on it was probably my first crush ever, who swore we would grow up together, who was only 'visiting' her family for a month, turns out her parents lied to us, I never saw her again. the girls I went to summer to summer camp with every year and now I can barely remember there faces.
like. how are they doing?
I still can't conceptualize that these people who mattered *so* much to me are just... gone... chances are that I will never see them again, especially my best friend who's back in Pakistan, and even if I did, so much time has passed that I would most likely not recognize them even if I did see them.
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